An irritating thing in life that really gets me pissed,
is searching for the one damn sock that invariably gets missed.

I take great care to fill my washer with sock pairs that match.
But somehow one sock disappears when I open my dryer latch!

I wind up with the one odd guy that goes to a special drawer.
And after every dryer load that drawer gets filled up more.

Is there some other-worldly place to which bold socks can flee?
A tear in space-time that they sneak through just to escape me?

Is there indeed a race of socks in a parallel universe?
Who rescue brethren from my house and account for my singular curse?

All my socks are now the same to minimize my pain.
(I know that it will not be long till one escapes again.)

Now when a sock does try to flee I don’t care if I catch it.
For whoever the odd guy is, I know that I can match it!